Posts By: katharinaulrike

2008-ish

a very eventful year is almost over|i studied|and i forgot|i laughed|and i cried|i traveled|and i barricaded myself at home|possibly more than in any year before|some of the best|and some of the worst|memories of my life will always be linked with this year|i will always remember 2008 as the year|i truly and irreversibly grew up|

survive-ish

sometimes i wonder|if instead of trying so desperately to keep my head above the water|i should rather focus on learning how to dive|whether you are struggling hard to keep on top of it|or give in to its embrace and let it drag you to its depths|both times the water is your enemy|if you make it your ally|study carefully its streams and swirls|and put them to your use|learn to economize your breath|and manage to stay calm when waves mount up above your head|trusting your abilities and discretion|you might actually get somewhere from your own strength|instead of frantically gasping for breath|and hoping for a boat to come and safe you|

virgin-ish

oh darling|why didn’t you tell me it was your first time|i would have been gentler|less demanding|i knew i was more experienced than you|but i would never have guessed|still|it is all the more surprising|that this was the longest time|i ever did it|i want to|videophone with you again|

dualist-ish

yes or no|black or white|man or woman|gay or straight|good or bad|virgin or whore|right or wrong|our life is complicated enough|when classifying things we want it simple|is that wise or unwise|i’d say it’s neither|and both|

friendship-ish

do we choose our friends for what they are|or for what we want them to be|often we feel attracted to people that are similar to us|we are drawn to people that represent what we would like to be like|maybe we choose our friends for what we are|that is why it is kind of a shock if our friends don’t like each other|

addict-ish

sometimes it is very soft|sometimes it is so intense i can hardly bear it|because i am still sore from the last time|i like to enjoy it for hours|but even if i can only feel it for a few minutes it eases my pain|a whole day without it makes me feel sad and cold|it is the only therapy i need|i am addicted to sunlight|

grey-ish

in art class i learned that black and white are no colours|so what is grey|the child of everything and nothing|if white is pure and black is nihilistic|then grey is open to compromise|non-discriminatory|indecisive|and voracious|it looks so innocent and is easily overlooked|but its intentions are nothing less than to shatter our world picture|once you have experienced grey|you cannot truly go back to black or white|it is the loss of innocence|fall of mankind and enlightenment at the same time|how come they never told us about that in art class|

brood-ish

i like to think things through|there’s nothing wrong with that|but what happens when thinking becomes an end in itself|when it prevents me from acting|when it is just keeping me busy long enough to spare me the trouble of making a decision|when “i think, therefore i am” perversely turns into “i think, therefore i stop being”|i am not sure how this should influence my actions|but i’m sure i’ll think of something once i thought it through|